She got me a party room at the Humboldt house inn And she was at the Sherwood forest motel. She was selling cocaine. I was not. The cops raided my room, interrogated kids who gave false information and took lots of time And I am sure gave her time to leave the actual party 1 mile away. So I was cool for a minute but she was cooler. Still I am in the car locking the door to feel safe but rolling over a cliff and my brother Rick saving us as usual.
He taught me Tao we played hacky sack even though I was bad, we got philosophical about Aliens and other stuff and he understood me.
He tricked me with his magic tricks and always had peace. In the midst of a tower moment he always put out the fire or is ready to rebuild my life.
That's my brother! Like a monk...
Brother Rick.
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